October 24th, 2006
I have a secret to confess to you. As secrets go, it’s no big deal, but for some reason it feels like a big deal. Are you ready? Here it is: I like Hugh Jackman. A lot. There. I said it. It feels good to get that off my chest.
So of course I went to see The Prestige this past weekend. I read and very much enjoyed the Christopher Priest novel several years ago, and I’ve been looking forward to the movie. It was fun, but a bit disappointing in a way that I should have anticipated — this is a story with many secrets that are revealed slowly as the book progresses. Knowing those secrets ahead of time makes the story less tense, less gripping, less secretive, less close. My husband (who had not read the book) liked the movie and enjoyed untangling the secrets, but my pleasure was mainly of the “oh, i wondered how they would handle that” and “oh, Hugh is smiling” kind. I would recommend the movie nonetheless, but if you already know the story’s secrets, be prepared for a bit of a let down.
October 16th, 2006
Finding time to exercise is really hard, and I’ve been a slacker lately. A friend of mine just wrote a little article about finding time to exercise that I found really helpful. Here’s my favorite bit:
Share your goals. We could go on and on about goal-setting (and maybe we will in a future article, it’s that important). For now though, join a challenge, find a support group, use the support you are provided! Your peers will help you be accountable for reaching your goals, and they will believe in you for you, until you begin to believe in yourself.
Community is powerful.
October 12th, 2006
I have continued going to the Episcopal church I wrote about a while ago, and it is an important counter to my current depressive view of the world. The last sermon I heard, which was preached by a lay leader since the priest was out of town, included strong condemnation of the following things: supermax prisons, creationism, and laws against gay marriage.
But most surprising and heartening of all, that same sermon included an interpretation of Genesis chapter 2 (the Adam and Eve creation story, the second creation story in Genesis), that dictates equality in marriage. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. It focused on the “flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone” part of the story, rather than the rib or the apple. It was stunning.
October 2nd, 2006
My book group just read Sinclair Lewis’s It Can’t Happen Here. Although written in 1936, the first third of it reads like prophecy — a power-mad egomaniac with no political philosophy other than self-aggrandizement gets elected president of the U.S. largely through the political genius of an aid who has orchestrated his career for a long time. The middle third of the book is about how this president turns the U.S. into a Fascist paradise by creating a domestic army and removing much of the Constitution through fiat, terror or simple ignorance. The last third is about the consequences of Fascism and fighting back.
The first third of the book scared me. But the second third didn’t scare me — in a fit of optimism (an opiate I sometimes need to get through the day), I thought that it really couldn’t happen here. I’ve since come to my senses.